Greek and Roman Mythology

"....."

They don't open their mouths.

Currents waited patiently.

In the continuing silence, a middle-aged fairy opened its mouth on behalf of others.

"Well, my prince..."

"Prince?"

Do fairies have princes?

But if you think about the gender of the fairies of the lake who kidnapped Hillas last time, they wouldn't be princesses, they'd be princes.

Keep saying, "Yeah, so?" The middle-aged man tightened his mouth.

"...... you have to say it. High One."

I felt so ashamed and humiliated that I was reluctant to talk about the middle-aged fairy.

I'm more curious because they don't work like that.

Currents told me to shake my head and say it quickly.

"That damn human hunter... turned you into a dead man."

And when he said that, the elves around him said, "Khh!" "Ugh!" I made a noise.

Is it understandable because he is the same man?

The currents frowned.

"The dead..."

The past itself was the same.

When the Pokémon is weak, the best way to neutralize the target is to attack it sharply.

Especially when you hit a man's testicles, you can see a better effect than attacking any major area.

Anyway, it surprised me that the woman behind the decision made the Fairy Prince a dead man.

"But what made you become a snitch? A hunter could have turned the prince of the fairies into a dead man for no reason."

"That's..."

"What's that?"

"......"

He didn't answer.

Even as the current continued to look down, I could not open my mouth while the pressure was on me.

When he didn't seem to open his mouth, the currents seemed to have lost interest.

I feel sorry for the fact that the prince of the fairies became a confessor, but I had no reason to help him.

Unless she's a disgruntled princess.

"Okay, you don't have to say it. So get out of here. Don't hang around here anymore."

I retrieved the energy that was pressuring them, along with the words that I would let them go gently.

As the feeling of falling from above fades, the elves rise with joy.

"Thank you, Your Highness. But if you don't mind, can I ask you a favor?"

[A sub-quest has been created.]

[The fairies are now looking for a hunter (woman) who turned their prince into a dead man.]

[If you find a hunter, they will surely reward you.]

[In addition, if you treat the prince of the dead fairies, they may treat you as a "god."]

[Accept?]

I have a quest to ask politely.

Even a dead man can be fully restored by using a "wish" skill with divine power.

Besides, if fairies are rewarding you, it's probably not an ordinary reward.

However, he said he would help the woman who was already in the circle first, and now the currents' conscience is stabbed to change it.

That's why I refuse quests.

"No, don't ask me. You don't have to listen to it."

"High One!"

"Be thankful that I let you live."

As I turn my back and try to enter, the middle-aged elf, representing the fairies, bows down and chokes his head.

"Please, heal my prince, who has never been a confessor."

"... it's not me, it's not the doctor. Apollon, the god of medicine."

"Please, please, please!"

The current sighed.

I've been begging you so pathetically, I can't say no.

But I don't want to do it for free.

You are not a philanthropist.

"Okay, let's say I heal your prince, who became your confessor. Well, what are you gonna do for me?"

"The High One will repair the ring you're wearing."

He replied as if he had waited.

Currently, he looks down at his hand in his words.

The ring you were wearing, it was the ring of the emperor.

Repair this... marked as weakened?

I was going to ask Hephaestos if I could find an excellent blacksmith to repair it.

He opened his mouth again after the current was not too fabulous.

"Not only that, but I will give you a mask that breathes such energy."

"Oh. Fine, I'll do you a favor."

A mask that emits the same energy.

Currency nodded without a thought and said yes.

[Quest accepted.]

[Quest contents have changed.]

[If you heal the prince of the dead fairies, you can get the "Ring of Chihuahua (Weakened)" repaired.]

[Obtain Emperor Qiu's Magic Mask, a set item.]

[You will be favored by the fairies and you will be informed of the name of the new dark god, "Currency."]

Then the quest was automatically accepted and the elf said, thank you,.

"Tomorrow morning, bring your prince, the deceased, and the mask. And..."

The currents removed the ring from their hands.

You feel empty, but you throw the ring to the elf in front of you.

The middle-aged fairy, who politely received the ring carrying the air, put the ring of Emperor Qiu in his arms.

"Take that and fix it by tomorrow morning. Maybe he got off on the wrong foot or didn't show up tomorrow morning."

The currents chuckled.

"I will wipe out all your fairies by destroying this forest. You don't have to do a show of force, do you?"

"Of course. And thank you very much, Your Highness."

"Okay, then go."

"Before you go... can you hear the reverence of the High One?" "

Currents told the fairy his name.

The elf who heard his name bows and disappears from this place with the other fairies.

I took a deep sigh and got rid of the chair that had been sitting so far and came back into the conclusion.

When she came to the conclusion, the woman inside fell down like fairies a little while ago and tightened her head toward the current.

"?"

"Forgive me for my rudeness. Ryuu-san."

Oh, you heard.

Or did I show you?

The current scratched her head as she turned 180 degrees.

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rhkdel2: What's the writer's level?

I don't think it's a no-panty knob, and I don't think it's gonna work.

I don't care if I make it and sell it myself.

"Col. Leith. Ha. Crab." (Highlight twice.)

BL: Your friend is drawing an illustration. Ask him how much he pays.

- I hit the Naver for a couple of pennies. That's impossible for me.

I'd rather sell it for a collection or give it up without an illustration or painting.

That's close to three megabytes of novel content.

If you make it into a book, even if it's at least 300 to 400 kb and at most 500 kb per volume.

There are about six or seven volumes, and the number of people who buy them all is really low, so I don't think they're going to get a single illustration.

Knng, in fact, I don't care if it's too big to repay the kindness of your readers so far.

ruinmaster: Det Life Limit..... Painting is Muridesne ---

- If you give me a ticket to join...? Or a ticket?

Do you think it's a sketch?

I would be more grateful if you would write "Who is the Greek myth?"

I don't know if there are any, but if there's an illustration or a painting, I want to put it in the back or the front if I want to make a personal note.

You don't have to read the text below because I'm a little angry.

Kwak Wang: Some idiot posted 352 Grosin coins on XXXX!

- Report this comment while you're writing.

Oh, fuck... fuck.

It makes me think.

I deleted it and it was gone.

I don't know if anyone thanked me for reporting it, but...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

To be honest, I'm pretty generous about dealing with the fact that I don't have any Textborne running around.

And that's because I used to watch novels a lot in middle school because I got textbooks from my friends on MP3.

I went up to high school and saw a novel in Tembone because there was no bookstore nearby.

I got bored reading it, so I wrote a novel in Joara, and I decided to publish it.

I grew up reading novels for half my life.

As I said above, I was bored reading Textbook.

There are no new articles.

There's nothing I'm interested in.

I'm bored with writing that seems to be produced the same way all the time.

I do it myself.

As differently as possible, I like it.

It takes an hour or two to write.

I think it's a waste of time.

Writing, writing novels.

Comments

Reactions rise.

I've been living with views, recommendations, ratings, comments all day.

I sighed and was depressed by disappointing reactions.

But every single one of those comments, every single one of those hits, I was so happy.

It was fun.

So I want a lot of people to read it.

There was a publication proposal.

I talked to my parents about it.

Fucking OXrim publisher.

In the prophecy of the Forest, I went into temptation and published it.

Did he say "bucket list"?

One of the dozens of goals in my life... no, one more thing. There are two of them.

"Publish a book in my name."

"Imprint my presence on at least 10000 people."

I think I've done both now.

The Greek mythical sailor is over 10,000.

Let's talk about Greek Roman mythology in a minute.

Oh, no.

The reaction of a published book is not very good.

Early completion was written by Urim, but not early completion.

This was my third summer vacation, and I was pretty depressed.

And then, after a while, I graduate from college, and I have a lot of fun, and I try to get some spare money from my part-time job.

I read it from a friend's bedtime story.

I'm sick and tired of what was posted on "Fifteenth Announcement," and I'm going to write it myself.

No synopsis, no topics, no closure, just writing.

It was a waste of time writing synopsis, themes, endings, protagonists, processes.

This is how we write Greek Roman myths today.

It became popular.

I wrote in a convenience store at night while I was working.

Strangely sober.)

Anyway, I wasted my time writing.

I didn't even know that Joara Nobles was going to be money.

$30? $40? I thought I was making this money. I didn't care about the money at the door. I just wrote with my pure desires.

It's a simple reason to waste two to three hours of your time writing.

No, it's a simple reason to write a bad book before that.

It was so much fun for the readers to read and leave their responses.

I lived every day because I enjoyed getting views, sailors and recommendations, and I had fun seeing how many people there were from the statistics and how many people there were from the recommendations.

I had a hunch that sometimes I would be drawn by someone.

No one drew it, but I still enjoyed watching every single comment.

And then what happens is people create and share text files?

I get it.

I'm one of those idiots who grew up reading in text files.

I understand.

When I was a student, I didn't have the money to cut off Joara Novels, and I didn't have the money to borrow a book.

It's not enough to cook, not enough to go play in a fish shop.

I watch novels as I go to sleep at night.

It took me a really boring time at school to sneak up on a novel.

He didn't blame me for sharing Textbon because he remembered it.

But what's really fucked up.

They post and sell as they please.

It sucks.

I'm discouraged.

However, the readers of Greek Roman mythology encouraged me with messages and comments.

You know, you give me coupons that are really burdensome, but you have to use them, you have to use them.

Those of you who have Textborne for your collection will send you a note.

I'm sorry, it's just for a lawsuit.

I really appreciate you writing to me like this.

So he said it's okay to have it if you don't do indiscreet sharing or selling.

And frankly, it's annoying to ask for Tex.

I ask politely, of course.

Can I have some Tevon?

But I didn't give it to him because he wasn't there either.

You didn't tell me anything about sharing.

Take care of yourself.

But don't sell it. Babies like Shivapo.

I'm a person, so I curse.

You're just spitting it out. You're blinded by money and women.

It's one person.

It's really hard to endure.

When I was in the army, you said you didn't care if I sold or shared Teebon.

It's only a few months away.

Of course, you can read Textbon, write a thank you note, or visit the base later when you're in the army and bring me something delicious.

There's a colonel or a senior class of a father or relative who goes to a laptop or a netbook and says, "Write this down." It's better.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Ha.

I'm so sorry to hear that you're reading a novel that's longer than it is.

I think you're rambling because you're a little pissed off, but let's just erase it.

... you may have been offended while reading it.

And as soon as I saw the comments, my head went blank, and my teeth went out, so I couldn't write any more.

It's actually nothing, but my hands aren't moving.

So I'll use it again in the morning or in the afternoon. Sorry about that.

I'm so sorry I've already posted this twice.

If you see it shared on the P.S. P2P site, please report it to me first rather than contacting me first. I beg of you.